The sun. [volume] (Morris, Stevens County, Minn.) 1882-1895, 1887-08-18
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I read In his face al that his words Inn
piled. could not bear It. laid my hand
upon his shoulder, crying with quiverina
voice: "Felix, Felixw
shall never forget the light that beamed
In his face % he drew me to him and looked
into my eyeA
"Ahp' he murmured. ''Marjorie, too. has
forgotten that am . rebel. My darling, l
never meant that you should know. meant
to 60 away quietly under the burden OF your
scorn and make no sign that should betray
my love for you. When you talked Of your
brother, your Gerald lighting down there at
vicksburg, do you think did not feel
just shame that !, . soldier, rs brave, IS
loyal to my trust ~ he could be to his, must
be incorporating here rs wandering school
masteri And yet, have no regret that am
In your eyes, q rebel For such l must be.
If true to my own idea of duty. But II l
were to die now, pursued, hunted as am.
plans I have devised for the benefit Of the
cause fight for must perish with me. l
could not have foreseen what disaster my
love must bring upon YOU Dorothy, Dorothy
Lynton-" he turned upon my cousin with
vehement denial 'you know that speak
truly! would have shielded her from misery,
with my lifc."
The strong current Of his impetuous speech
ebbed for awhile. '.My beloved" he went
on, II will not ask you to forget that we
have ever met nor even to hope that this
unhappy war ended, we shall meet again.
Something l cannot reason away impresses
upon me the belief that our parting is a final
one. Be courageous, my own"
burst into Z frenzy Of weeping as he led
me to Dorothy 'Dorothy!" he whispered,
very softly, a. he kissed her upturned face,
MAY God forever hold you and yours In his
keeping"
saw the faint smile about his tremulous
lips. as he laid his hand upon my head with q
touch that carried benediction to it. and stilled
my passionate grief.
did not cry out then, though knew that
the kiss he pressed upon my lips was the seal
| of an endless betrothal, Of hopeless farewell
made no sound when heard him going down
the stairs, and, moment later the clatter Of
his horses hoofs upon the road. 1t was only
when my cousin Dorothy took rue In her arms
with sad, remorseful murmuring, that words
| came back to me.
Forever minel o Felix, my beloved!"
cried, and with the utterance solemn peace
overlooked my soul do not grleve, dear
Dorothy said 'he Is mine! Mine beyond
the power of time or changed I would not
| have it otherwise if could. am content
| content to wait the dawn Of Gods to-mor-
| row."
Surely Roderick Lynton could never imag-
ine reading day after day of battles, which,
| won or lost gradually drew the great Rebel
| lion to its close, how the heart of one of his
auditors was torn with the pangs Of contend
| ing emotions. We were true PATRIOTS he and
| /; and when, in the glory Of autumnal beauty
we laid my only brother Gerald to rest draped
in the colors of that Union for which he glad
| ly died, know that Dorothy's husband took
me to his heart with such love as few faith
ers feel
| But it was months afterwards that, putting
| aside his pipe one day, he read:
'The thrilling account given in our last is,
| sue, of the romantic spy, turns out to have
been not teo highly colored. Since his recap
| ture 1t has transpred that he sought refuge
| with lady, the wife of prominent Unionist,
| whose name he utterly refused to divulge.
This Confederate Major, one of the bravest OF
men, having some private sources of informa,
ton, ventured within our lines so well dis
guised that the knowledge thus obtained
| would have resulted In fearful disaster to the
| cause of the Union. By the merest chance
| his plans miscarried, and our latest dispatches
| show that he has paid the penalty due to his
acts. One cannot but admire the fight he
made for his life, enemy though he was. H.
| deed he had very nearly regained the Confed-
crate lines when his retreat was cut of.
Then, rather than fall second time into the
hands of our soldiers. and, perhaps deter
mined to save himself from the death meted
out to spy, he deliberately shot himself.
Upon approaching him, Captain Osborn found
that he must have suffered tortures from a
badly wounded arm"
"Poor fellow !" said Roderick Lynton, softly,
| laying down his paper.
Suddenly the bells of Ernscliff rang forth in
| wild, exultant peals, and across the bridge
came the sound of tramping feet. "Ah !"
| cried my cousin, excitedly, "there must be
glorious news. What is it. CatherineW he
| asked, throwing the window open.
Richmond has fallen, they sayl'' she re-
| Piled soberly.
THANK Godp' said Roderick Lynton. "May
He heal our poor, smitten country What,
Marjorie, you who have been SO glibtongued
over other victories, have you no words for
this one, long waited for, long prayed forl''
My heart is full. my eyes are dim, as say
| earnestly, 'God bless our country!" Then l
added, in voice that shook little. sGod
bless our soldiers
Ny voice faltered stil more when said, a
| moment afterward, very fervently; God rest
our soldiers" The words seemed to choke
me and my utterance failed.
Rodcrick Lynton's bright face saddened:
''Poor Geraldr' be muttered, "Poor boyr'
But my cousin Dorothy laid her arm about
me tenderly, and felt the true solace of her
meaning as she said, solemnly, with sweet,
uplifted eyes: "God rest our soldiers-aA.-
Ada LQuOaCorfhu Collier in The Current